LUKEDAWG
January 15th, 2004, 11:08 PM
Recently put this in a thread, but didn't get any response, I think because it's a bit of an old thread. But anyways any criticism would really be appreciated, thanks!
The flying cameras dart over us and project a spotlight like a thousand suns. I rip my gun from my holster and fire shots that plink off the machines armor like pennies off an iron board. I decide we better run after that. I grab her hand and we’re off—dust in the wind—hi ho silver away! She’s running alongside me and as I glance at her I see the scenery beside us blurring as if we were flying down the highway 100mph and I’m looking out the passenger window. I wing my arm around as we run, and fire and fire till the bullets drain out the clip. I watch the bullets spark like pitiful fireflies off the armor. Shooting it’s useless—I know, but it’s like those people who shoot zombies in a movie. They know it’s to no avail, but they shoot anyways because it seems like the right thing to do. Same thing here, I know it’s not going to do a thing but it’s not going to stop me from blasting this tin can with lead till his belly looks like a gumball machine of bullets.
He’s faster than I would have thought. He’s keeping an exact pace despite his awkward strides and those cameras are lighting us up as if we were actors on a Broadway show. The crowd parts for us making matters worse, not that we could lose those cameras in a crowd anyways. I look up and sure enough the cameras have no trouble following us as we make a sharp turn down a dark alleyway and trample through a small group of drunks sipping away on bottles in brown paper bags.
“Can we lose those things” I ask, pointing to the cameras.
“Right now I’m a little more concerned with the Peacekeeper.”
“Peacekeeper, I like that. The title fits him very well” I say through gasps.
I glance behind us and the machine, which she has labeled ‘Peacekeeper’, has just rounded the corner. Its shoulder crashes into the corner of a building as it turns and bricks and dust explode into the air as if hit by a wrecking ball.
My partner in flight pulls me through a bar window. Shards of glass bite into my skin like hungry piranhas, and the glass explodes inward like a jet had just flown inches from the building. We’re in a bar and the bartender doesn’t look too pleased. He hops over the bar and one great maw of a hand clasps over a customers face and rockets him backwards, as if he were just an appetizer before the main course... us.
The flying cameras dart over us and project a spotlight like a thousand suns. I rip my gun from my holster and fire shots that plink off the machines armor like pennies off an iron board. I decide we better run after that. I grab her hand and we’re off—dust in the wind—hi ho silver away! She’s running alongside me and as I glance at her I see the scenery beside us blurring as if we were flying down the highway 100mph and I’m looking out the passenger window. I wing my arm around as we run, and fire and fire till the bullets drain out the clip. I watch the bullets spark like pitiful fireflies off the armor. Shooting it’s useless—I know, but it’s like those people who shoot zombies in a movie. They know it’s to no avail, but they shoot anyways because it seems like the right thing to do. Same thing here, I know it’s not going to do a thing but it’s not going to stop me from blasting this tin can with lead till his belly looks like a gumball machine of bullets.
He’s faster than I would have thought. He’s keeping an exact pace despite his awkward strides and those cameras are lighting us up as if we were actors on a Broadway show. The crowd parts for us making matters worse, not that we could lose those cameras in a crowd anyways. I look up and sure enough the cameras have no trouble following us as we make a sharp turn down a dark alleyway and trample through a small group of drunks sipping away on bottles in brown paper bags.
“Can we lose those things” I ask, pointing to the cameras.
“Right now I’m a little more concerned with the Peacekeeper.”
“Peacekeeper, I like that. The title fits him very well” I say through gasps.
I glance behind us and the machine, which she has labeled ‘Peacekeeper’, has just rounded the corner. Its shoulder crashes into the corner of a building as it turns and bricks and dust explode into the air as if hit by a wrecking ball.
My partner in flight pulls me through a bar window. Shards of glass bite into my skin like hungry piranhas, and the glass explodes inward like a jet had just flown inches from the building. We’re in a bar and the bartender doesn’t look too pleased. He hops over the bar and one great maw of a hand clasps over a customers face and rockets him backwards, as if he were just an appetizer before the main course... us.